Daddy's little good bad boy
I say when he pulls me to himself in a warm hug.
“I have a new favorite quote from the book… the part where it goes, Whatever souls are made of, his and mine, are the same..” He looks at me gently when he says this, his gaze is so loving, so meaningful that deep in my soul, deep in my bones, I know what he is talking about.
Abruptly, without waiting for my response, he gets up, pulling me to my feet too, my body just moves in whatever direction he want it to.